12. Kase

CHAPTER 12

We walk into the room, and everyone turns to take us in. She looks beautiful and even though I had to ask her to smile several times as we made our way down the stairs. She plays the part now and greets everyone warmly. I disregard her apprehension and shyness as nerves or the pressure of entertaining. I don't pay attention to it. We go about answering questions while, I answer, and she just smiles. Thankfully, Alex arranged it so that there wasn't a lot of lag time between drinks for anything to raise alarm bells. Everything proceeds smoothly and we're called to dinner at precisely 7:30pm. It goes smoothly for the most part, with the wives seated close enough to each other to chat easily. But far enough away so that it's difficult to engage her in any conversation. She keeps her head down and eats her food.

"So, how has married life been treating you, Orla?" It's the wife of her father's associate. No doubt prompted by her husband to go on a fact-finding mission. She doesn't skip a beat,

"It's been an eye-opener. Like a dream, really." She says and goes back to picking at her salad.

The woman drops the subject and goes back to talking to one of the other women. One man films Orla discreetly, no doubt to show her parents. Have them make the call on how she's being treated and if she's ok. In a few weeks there'll be another attempt, if I'm right about the sudden "new" information plan. He'll either send someone to check if it's working and I haven't decided yet if I want him to know that it's failed or play his game and make him believe that it's succeeded. I'll decide in the morning, but for now I need to keep my wits about me. I don't trust any of these people, except Alex, as far as I can throw an elephant.

The rest of the dinner goes off without a hitch and, as planned, Orla stands with me at the end of the night as we greet our guests. When the last of them has left, she stands and waits for further instructions. I'm impressed unlike her father, she's not playing games and is obeying the rules. She looks beautiful, but my hate for her father wins in that moment. As I take her by the hand and drag her upstairs. She knows what's about to happen and comes without protest. Alex follows close behind as the staff get to work clearing up and cleaning. I take her to my room, and I tell her to undress. She puts her hands behind her back and pulls down the dress but Alex rips it off her. No doubt incensed by the pseudo-romantic striptease. He goes down on his knees and frees my raging cock from its confines. I grab her and throw her onto the bed and then I pull down her panties and begin to eat her cunt like a bear emerging from hibernation. She doesn't make a sound and just closes her eyes. The fact that she refuses to give me even a hint of pleasure makes me insane in a way that I cannot understand. I pull my cock out of Alex's mouth and plunge it, wet from his saliva into her waiting pussy. She's wet and warm and isn't resisting me. For the first time, her eyes meet mine and I can feel her response. I lift her legs and pull her towards me. She clamps down on my cock and meets my thrusts. I can feel the hatred in every one of her vice-like responses to my fucking. She locks her legs behind my ass and dares me with her eyes to fuck her harder. She's defiant and gives not the slightest hint of pleasure except what I feel when I'm inside her. Alex grabs her face roughly and pulls it towards his cock. She doesn't suck, just opens her mouth and leaves him to thrust deeper and deeper. She doesn't gag and just lets him thrust in vain. Her rejection of him fuels me and I continue to pump and my hard-on grows and I'm consumed by her until I can't resist anymore and empty into her. I slump on top of her as the last dying spasms wrack my body. She holds me inside her. Alex comes and starts thrusting into her as she lowers her legs to hang off the bed. She stares at me as he tries harder and harder to get her to moan or react eventually he cums, while still not satisfied or perhaps to show who's in charge. He goes down on me and gets me hard before pushing me onto my back and lowering himself onto me. He rides me and kisses me hard knowing that she's a captive audience. His performance seems to be more about proving something to her than being fucked by me or my pleasure and I let him. I touch his back by grabbing his ass cheeks and spread them to allow me deeper into his tight hole. He speeds up determined to milk me and show his dominance of my cock. I cum and he slumps down on the bed between Orla and I. He turns briefly to her.

"Get out." He says in a tone that even makes me consider leaving. She doesn't want to be asked twice or for me to say something. She just runs naked from the room. I know better than to watch her leave.